"I'm Clarke." She offered her a friendly smile, wondering if she should offer to shake her hand. Some cultures were different, she knew. She didn't want to accidentally insult her. Assuming this was even a her. She was just assuming there.
"Like coffee?" she asked, bringing the conversation back around to the drink Ahsoka has been trying to order. It made sense. Caf sounded a lot like caffeine. It wasn't much of a leap, considering how the descriptions lined up. "I mean, it sounds like what we call coffee. Maybe try asking it for that."